"Side view of what?"

Krum was a little dazed, he looked at Van Lin and Hermione on the dance floor, and then at Harry......

"Well, I'll admit, I don't know what it is, but it's clear that he and his daughter have spent the whole vacation looking for them......" Harry felt like he was wasting his time explaining Luna and his father's odd behavior. "That's her," he said, pointing to Luna, who was still self-absorbed, waving her arms like a mosquito.

"What is she doing that?" asked Krum.

"Maybe you're trying to get rid of a harassing crunch. Harry said he thought the symptoms should be just that. Krum was now unsure if the man in front of him was making fun of himself, so he pulled his wand out of his robe and placed it on his lap, ready to get up and leave.

"Grigovich!" Harry shouted, and Krum was startled, but Harry couldn't take care of it, he was too excited, and he remembered it all when he saw Krum's wand, which Ollivanden had mentioned during the Triwizard Tournament when he checked everyone's wands.

"What's wrong with him?" said Krum in amazement.

"He's a wandmaker. ”

"I know that," Krum said. "He made you a wand! That's why I thought of it...... Quidditch ......"

The more Krum listened, the more confused he became.

"How did you know about the wand Grigovich made for me?"

"Ah, I...... I think somewhere I read it," said Harry, "is it in ...... Well...... According to a fan magazine, "His improvisation seemed to have eased Krum's tense nerves."

"I don't remember discussing wands with the fans. Krum muttered.

"Maybe it's because there are too many interviews and I forgot about it, so I can ignore that for now, then...... Well...... Where is Grigovich now?"

Krum looked at him puzzled.

"He's been retired for years, and my wand is his last product, and I think he's the best wand he ever made...... Of course, I understand that most of you Brits prefer Ollivander products. ”

Harry didn't say anything more, he pretended to watch the ball with Krum, but his mind was racing.

The reason why Voldemort had gone to great lengths to find such a famous wandmaker was not hard for Harry to think of. It must have been due to the flashback spell between their wands on the day Voldemort was resurrected. Why these two wands with the same phoenix tail feathers resonated like that, I'm afraid even Ollivander couldn't fully understand.

How much does Grigovich know? How much does he know more than Ollivander? How much does he know the secrets of the wand that Ollivander doesn't know?

"That girl is beautiful. Krum's words woke Harry from his musings. Krum was referring to Ginny, who was now with Luna, "She's also your relative, right?"

"Yes," replied Harry, a little annoyed, "it's pretty, but this man is already with someone else, and he is too cautious to be provoked." ”

"Is it," said Krum, dejectedly, "the price of being an internationally famous Quidditch player is that all pretty girls are picked up?"

With that, Krum took a sandwich from a passing waiter, then turned and walked off along the dance floor.

Harry wanted to find Van Lin as soon as possible and tell him about Grigovich, but the guy was dancing with Hermione in the middle of the dance floor.

And Ron doesn't know where to go, those little sisters, Ron can proudly declare that he belongs to the kind of people who are near the water, and Fleur will help him, won't she?

Harry tried to find Ginny again, but Ginny was now dancing with Lee Jordan, and Harry thought of his promise to Ron and walked away in pain. Harry hadn't been to a Muggle wedding before, so he couldn't compare wizarding weddings to Muggle weddings, and all he could figure out was that as the night wore on, the party turned into a party, and the laughter at the wedding, like all other good moments, was fleeting.

Fred and George and Ron are running away with Fleur's cousin to play out in the middle of nowhere, while Charlie, Hagrid, and the others are sitting in the corner, singing the famous "Otto the Hero".

Harry met Ron's uncle while wandering around, and he was so drunk that it took him a long time to tell if Harry was his son. Harry spotted an old wizard sitting alone at the table. Her white white hair made him look more like an old dandelion, and she wore a felt hat that had been eaten by insects. He looked familiar. Harry racked his brains and thought back.

Suddenly, he remembered that it was Ephia Dogo, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and that Dumbledore's eulogy had been written. Harry walked over to him.

"Can I sit like this?"

"Of course, of course," Dogo replied. He has a high pitch and an old voice. Harry leaned forward.

"Mr. Dogo, I'm Harry Potter. ”

Dogo was taken aback.

"My child, Arthur told me you were here and that you would disguise yourself...... I'm so happy to see you. Surprised and delighted, Dogo poured Harry a glass of champagne. "I want to write something for you," he whispered, "at Dumbledore...... After that kind of blow...... For you, I want to ......" Dogo's eyes glistened with tears.

"I saw your obituary in the Daily Prophet," said Harry, "I didn't expect you to know so much about Professor Dumbledore. ”

"No," said Dogo, wiping his eyes from the corners of his eyes, "but I must have known him the longest, if you don't count Aberforth...... Of course, I guess no one remembers Aberforth. ”

"Speaking of the Daily Prophet, I don't know if you've noticed, Mr. Doggo?"

"Son, just call me Ephia. ”

"Efia, I don't know if you've seen Rita Skeeter's articles about professors?"

Immediately, Dogo's face turned angry.

"Yes, Harry, I saw that. That woman, or more appropriately a greedy ghost, does give me a headache to talk about her, and I'm sorry I've become so rude now, it's this stupid woman who has exhausted me. ”

"And what do you think about it?" continued Harry, "Rita Skeeter says in the article that the professor was involved in the dark arts when he was younger. ”

"Don't believe that nonsense," said Dorgo at once, "don't believe a word, Harry, and don't let those rumors tarnish the holy Albus Dundedo in your heart. ”

Harry saw Dogo's categorical denial, but he became more and more confused. He denied it so firmly, should Harry believe it? Didn't he understand that I needed to know the whole truth?

Harry, to be exact, wondered if Van Lin would have chosen to believe Dorgo if he was here.

Dumbledore was not involved in the Dark Arts......

Rita Skeeter was very good at exaggerating, but, Van Lin said, there was something true about it that made it difficult for Harry to tell.

Aware of Harry's mental activity, he immediately asked with concern, "Harry, Rita Skeeter is an abominable ......," but his words were interrupted by a shrill laugh.

"Oh, I admire her so much, I've always been a big reader of her. Harry and Dogo looked up to find Aunt Muriel standing in front of them, feathers in her hair and a glass of champagne in her hand.

"He's also recently written a biography of Dumbledore, you all know. ”

"Hello, Muriel," said Dogo, "yes, we're talking about it again. ”

"You, go away, give me your seat, I'm one hundred and seven years old. The other red-haired Weasley cousin immediately jumped up from his seat as if he had seen an alarm, and Muriel let the chair float over, landed next to her, and sat down on her ass. Join Harry and Dogo in the conversation.

"See you again, Barney Kid, or whatever you call it," she said to Harry, "what are you talking about Rita Skeeter now, Ephia? You know she's recently written a biography of Dumbledore? I can't wait to read it, I'll have to remember to book a table at the Leaky Cauldron." ”

Dogo sat there expressionless, saying nothing, watching Muriel drain the champagne in her hand, and then she asked the waiter for another glass, and took a big sip, then burped and spoke to them.

"There's no need for that puffy frog here. Behind the respect and attention he has become, there must be some interesting stories that remain untold. ”

"Ignorance!" said Dogo, his face already changing color with anger.

"I knew you would say that, Efia," Muriel chuckled, "I could see the sentimentality in your obituary. ”

"I'm sorry you think so, Muriel," Doggo said, his tone becoming colder, "I can guarantee that article is my heart. ”

"Oh, we all know you're a big fan of Dumbledore, and I'm guessing you surely thought he was a saint, even though he once abandoned his Squib sister. ”

"Muriel!" Dorgo growled. Hearing this, Harry felt the coldness of his chest being hollowed out.

"What do you mean by that?" he questioned Muriel, "who said his sister was a Squib, I think she's just sick." ”

"That's, isn't it, Barney. Aunt Muriel not only felt a little smug when she saw the sensational effect of her words, "You may think of it, but many things are not what you think, disappearances happen frequently every year without your knowledge, but my dear, none of us who are alive know what is really happening." ”

"That's why I can't wait to find out what Skeeter knows, that Dumbledore has kept his sister incognito for a long time. ”

"Rumors!" Doggo gasped angrily, "Definitely a rumor!"

"He never told me his sister was a Squib," Harry said without thinking, still feeling lost.

"Why should he tell you the truth?" Muriel screamed, squirming hard in her chair and turning her face towards Harry.

"Albus kept silent about the reason for Ariana," said Doggo, controlling his emotions, "because, I thought, it was clear that his sister's death had hit him too hard. ”

"Then why hasn't anyone ever seen her, Ephia?" exclaimed Muriel, "why did more than half of us never know about her existence?Where did Ariana go to the holy Albus when she was under house arrest in the cellar? No one ever knew what was going on in his home hut far from the divine light of Hogwarts!"

"What did you say, house arrest in the cellar?" Harry asked, "what does that mean?"

Dogo looked helpless. Muriel giggled, and she told Harry.

"Dumbledore's mother was a cruel woman, and she was of Muggle origin. Although I've heard that he's been trying to cover it up......"

"She's not lying, Kedra is a good man," Dogo groaned helplessly, and Muriel didn't hear it at all.

“...... She is arrogant and domineering. Humiliated for giving birth to a Squib......"

"Ariana isn't a Squib!" Dorgo struggled.

"As you say, Ephia, how do you explain why Ariana never went to Hogwarts?" said Aunt Muriel, turning her head back to Harry, "In our day, Squib children were generally kept under wraps, or simply locked up and pretended they didn't exist......"

"I said it was," Dorgo said, but Muriel ignored it and continued to talk to Harry. "Squibs usually have to be sent to Muggle schools and integrated into Muggle society, otherwise they can only be treated as second-class citizens in the wizarding world, but it is clear that Kedra and Dumbledore would not expect such a child to enter Muggle society......"

"Ariana is just sick," Doggo argued desperately, "she's not in good health, and she can't ......"

“...... Can't leave that house?" Muriel sneered, "but she was never sent to St. Mungo for healing. No one ever saw her from the therapist there."

"Really? Muriel, how do you know that no one gave her ......?"

"I have my own source, Efia, my cousin Leslo, who was working as a healer at St. Mungo, told us very seriously that he had never seen Ariana Dundedo go to see a doctor. He also thought it was very strange. ”

Dogo looked like he was about to cry. Aunt Muriel, on the other hand, was now smirking in self-absorption, and took a big sip of champagne. Harry was numb to the thought of how the Dursleys had treated him, how he had been isolated, could it be that Dumbledore's family had something similar to that of a squib, just because she was a squib, and Dumbledore really had the heart to abandon his sister and go to Hogwarts alone to make a difference?

"Actually, if Kaidra hadn't died in front," Muriel continued, "I might have suspected that she had killed Ariana's ......"

"How can you be so open-mouthed, Muriel!" Dogo couldn't bear it anymore, "Do you know what nonsense a mother is talking about when she kills her own daughter?!"

"What's impossible if a mother is in a situation where she has been under suspicion for years because of her daughter, and maybe even discredited because of it?" replied Aunt Muriel with a shrug, "but as I said, it's unlikely, because Kaidra died before Ariana, and so on, no one seems to have confirmed it."

"Yes, maybe Ariana herself killed Kedra in an argument for freedom. Aunt Muriel pondered, "Shake your head, Efia, you were also at Ariana's funeral, weren't you?"

"Indeed, I participated," replied Dogo, with trembling lips, "and I will never forget that sad and solemn scene, and Albus's heart was broken......

"It's not just his heart, didn't Aberforth break the bridge of his nose in the middle of the funeral?" If Dogo's expression could be called horrified, his expression was now indescribable. Muriel, who might have really stunned Dorgo this time, laughed smugly, then grabbed her glass and took another sip of champagne, a few drops spilling down her chin.